Wednesday, April 15, 2015

history, happening

there is a stillness in isolation that cannot be found anywhere else....with the exception of the bottom of the ocean.
where am I after all of this?

little notions give me glimpses into my progress...or lack of
i don't want this to an ink well
i dont want this to linger
but life has become intertwined with the golden locks of your hair.

this feeling is like looking over the platform before sky diving
everything says no
but i just say go
into another wonderful memory.

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Brendon Masters

Oceanside, CA, United States
you already know too much about me